Sarah CommerfordJust For Good MeasureMy Aunt Flora was a loving and violent woman. Without heels, she stood majestically at six feet, as if a wooden cooking spoon ran from the…Oct 9, 2016Oct 9, 2016
Sarah CommerfordJust As You See ItI couldn’t tell you exactly why the whole thing started, but I do know that taking in stray cats became the reason I got up in the morning…Oct 9, 2016Oct 9, 2016
Sarah CommerfordA Better PlaceMy kids were always after me to paint our house the color of the sky. And because I could never say no, I did. It took me weeks to save up…Oct 9, 2016Oct 9, 2016
Sarah CommerfordThe Outcome Of ThingsThere it is. That fluffy little thought bubble that pops up over my therapist’s head as he looks back at me with his make-me-want-to-puke…Oct 9, 2016Oct 9, 2016